Bare

A smile that isn’t a deceptive mask,
a frown that isn’t a soap opera expression,
each layer of the tongue
woven without condition or question.

Those are the instinct reaction
we often grope for in any conversation,
yet sometimes when something is naked
and truly without any covering
it comes as such a shock,
since it so agrees with what we see
there is this apprehension
that it is still an act.

What is real and truly bare when presented
is more of a challenge to accomplish
than we often accept,
because life is so lived with other decorations,
which we get so used to adding ourselves.

Perhaps that is why too many times
when something is shown
for what is really there
an explanation is needed in our minds
to make sure it is accepted as not a fake.

Only problem is liars can add that too
leaving another endless circle drawn over the mind.
So we walk those journeys around the lips
in hopes to reach an end
where what we find
doesn’t end up another detour.